| Ever since back when I was alive
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| I always thought to myself what it would be like to die
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| Today I’m more dead than a doornail
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| Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell
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| And if I ever fall short of the gold
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| I’ll fall back on a nickel-plated chrome and take everything you own
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| I’m a pure-bred hustler, gang-bang affiliated
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| I pack a heater bitch, this ain’t entertainment
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| If I fall only time will tell
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| And if I fall of out of control
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| My pockets is bound to swell
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| If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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| You know you know it my nigga
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| That’s treal best believe me
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| (Lavel)
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| The shadow, back up in you like a pap-smear
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| No I’m not a player, wearing sweaters made of cashmere
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| With matching boots
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| I came for the loot, I’m riding shotgun and bitch
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| I’m prepared to shoot
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| Duck low unless you want to get hit with the blast
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| I’ll blow a motherf**kers hair in and out his baseball hat
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| And if I catch him hard grinding with some shit that’s phat
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| I’m gonna lay him on his back, you bitches better believe that
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| If I fall only time will tell
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| And if I fall of out of control
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| My pockets is bound to swell
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| If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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| You know you know it my nigga
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| That’s treal best believe me
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| Fall down, if I fall, get back up again
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| I’m gonna get back up again, when will this ride be over
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| Did it begin, no more slipping
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| Yo' I had it up to here, cause I’ve had enough
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| This shit’s all f**ked up
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| When times get tough you need to pick yourself up, and brush off
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| (Blaze)
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| I’m not afraid to fall, I fell, got up
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| Kept moving while my body repeatedly got shot up
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| I even tried to stand up
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| After taking a the clip and a half from a bitch-ass rocking a ski mask
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| In a dark alleyway, I was killed on a Sunday night
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| Body recovered on a Monday
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| News covered the gunplay
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| The same dude that killed me
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| Dead body discovered in the subway
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| If I fall only time will tell
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| And if I fall of out of control
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| My pockets is bound to swell
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| If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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| You know you know it my nigga
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| That’s treal best believe me
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| Madrox and I’m round like the earth
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| I done fell so many times, I’m accustomed to all the hurt
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| No work, and no jobs, and people are unemployed
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| Most of the people just filling the void
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| And I’m one of them
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| Just because I’m in front of them
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| Mean I’m ahead of the game
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| And when you clear away the shit, we basically all the same
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| All going against the grain and hope for some better days
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| In the meantime, we all just trying to mantain
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| If I fall only time will tell
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| And if I fall of out of control
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| My pockets is bound to swell
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| If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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| You know you know it my nigga
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| That’s treal best believe me |